compared to many who have feet of snow! I am snow ignorant. Remember this hill that I was so proud to drive down??? Well, driving up is a whole new animal.
My hubby said, do you need a ride to work? Now if this man does not know, after thirty-nine years of marriage that I CAN NOT drive on snow, I give up. Being just a tad put out that he would even ask, knowing my fear and my incompetence...I stubbornly proceeded to try to drive up this hill to go to work.
Four times up this hill, sideways, sliding, and coming to a complete stop at the same spot every time is not my idea of a fun day in the snow. Backing back down, going at it again, having been directed to "git a run at it". Front wheel drive is supposed to go just fine, well, not when I am behind the wheel. Lug it down, hubby had said, WELL, you can't lug it down much further than a complete standstill, now, can you?? With a standard transmission and front wheel drive, I should be able to fly out of this valley.
NOT! After my fourth back down and the beginning of my fifth try, the car and it's wildly mad driver, slid into a ditch on the only flat spot on this road!!!
AS you can see by the tire marks, this was not bad backing, this was a slide! I give up! I slammed the door, climbed through the deep brush covered in snow and was fuming when I got out on flat ground. It would have been fitting punishment for my thoughts, if I had fell flat on my back.
Hubby is calmly sweeping the snow off his truck, warming it to take me to work.
The only thing I shouted was, "YOU DON'T KNOW ME AT ALL!" Then I shut up...for the entire way to work. If he knew me, he would have known, never to ask me IF I needed a ride but rather would have prepared to take me. The mere asking of the question set the stubbornness off in me...I was getting out the valley, even if it killed me.
Saturday morning after delivering me to work, he drove my car out of the ditch without giving me any great details as to the ease of his accomplishment, That, my friends, is a good thing...he still lives.